Chapter 4 4. The whistle blower

~Author's POV~ Location: Albany NY >>>>> Emily arrived at her mom's house around 8 in the morning, Grace was shocked to see her but didn't question her because the young lady says she needs to sleep. In walks a young lady, she looks pretty and was beautifully endowed with this feminine figures, one could easily tell the resemblance between her and Emily. She's Erica, Emily's First sister. "Why do I feel a different air in here?" Says Erica, who has a red clutch under her armpits as she walked up to Grace who was cleaning the dining table. Grace stopped and turned to her daughter.

"Whatever air you feel, take it along with you to work" "Calm down, Mrs. Miguel," she cackled, reaching for the biggest apple in the fruit basket. Her mouth full with a bite. "You overreact when it's related to your shameless daughter, I know she's here and I said what I said" "My daughter isn't shameless, don't stir up the mood this morning Erica!" Grace defended. "I'm saying the truth, a friend of mine said...." She began but Emily walked in on them got her words stuck in her mouth. "Said what?, Go on?" She requested with an annoying grin, her hands on her waist as she stood next to her mom. They were of the same height. "I'll take my leave" Erica withdraws to leave for work, she knows how her argument with Emily always ends. "Sure, you should and better still get a man to find you a roof over your workaholic head!" The violation in her words, she literally cursed out her sister. "How dare you..." "I can easily file for harassment if you dare lay that dirty hands on me" she stood confidently, Grace didn't like where this was going so she jumped in between the two sisters. "That's enough Mily" Grace said in a whisper. Emily shook her head in disagreement with her mom. "No, it's not," "She can't continue to live in the house I bought for you, she's 29, women of her age are married or either living on their own and she dares to call me shameless!" "Erica, just leave, I hate to see you guys like this" Grace patted her back, imploring her to go her way. "But Mom, are you sure this bitch right here is my father's daughter?" Erica asked in a loud and irritating tone. "See, she even dares to doubt you" Emily hissed. >>>> She went back to her room only to be disturbed by an incoming call the minute her head rested on the pillow. "Hey baby" The masculine voice chortled. "What's it?" She quizzed rudely, just a way of venting out her anger on her innocent boyfriend. "That's no good way to talk to your man, especially when he's the only one that can give you what you want" she jerked her body up, leaning on the headboard slat. "What I want?, Like?" Her question got her sticking out her tongue and curling her toes. "You want me to say it," he asked rhetorically. "I just want to bury my head in your v'gina and suck the life out of it, I also can't wait to hear you scream under me while digging your nails in my skin, that sound you make when you reach your climax," He stopped. "Damn, I'm h0rny already" he hissed, whereas, Emily has fingered herself to the point of squirting all over the bed sheets. "F'ck!," She cursed under her breath. "Let's talk later" she didn't wait for his response before hanging up. Emily shut her eyes tightly as she brushes her nails on her clit, the more she did this, the more she squirts. Unable to stop her act, she slides in two fingers and drill it all in whilst reaching for the pillow to cover her mouth because she couldn't moan softly. "Uhhh" she panted, her body jolting as already caused the whole bed sheets to squeeze. "Aw... f'ck!" She bit her lips sexily and fingered herself till she got tired. "You could win the p0rnstar award with this, isn't it?" She sprang up and drop the pillow only to spot her second sister standing in between the door with an awful smirk appearing on her lips. There was a caught. * * < 3 days later > Harley was working in her perfectly styled office on a sunny afternoon when a staff knocked on her door. Not everyone gets to work in a wide capacious office with luxury speaking within, but not when you're the manager to the hottest young model in the world. She put on her anti-blue spectacle's. "Come in" "Mr. Cole needs you in his office right away" the lady informed, her expression relayed what's going on to Harley already. "I'll be right there" she replied, packing her things. "I'm sorry but he wants you to come with me" She furrowed her brows. "Is it that SEEREEUHS (Serious)?" She questions in a British accent, exaggerating her last statement. The clueless young lady nodded. "I'm...not.. sure" "I'll be quick then, I have to submit this to him" she divulges, hurriedly typing some things on her computer, she printed out few copies of Emily's portfolio. She would be contesting for the International face model and the portfolio is part of her submission. She sighs in relief. "Let's go" After a few more knocks on Mr. Coles glass door, it slid open and she walks in. Her CEO is a man who's lived for 5 decades and a half, he's one of the smartest people any company should have. Harley dropped the portfolio on his desk, pushing it up close to him. "Sir, I brought the portfolio and.... "It's useless now!" The man yelled angrily, his veins popping out of his neck. "What do you mean Sir?, The deadline is next week so how possible?" She countered cluelessly. "Okay, see it yourself" he handed her his iPad, her mouth dropped to her jaws in shock. "How...Oh my Goodness" "A whistle blower dropped this an hour ago, it's trending all over the news outlets"